His eyes shine like polished onyx. A precious stone of the Ancients. They reflect the emotion of others. And they are forever listening
In the light they soften to that of melted caramel. They hear what the ear cannot. They understand and soak up the pain of others. They fill with compassion as they listen
I miss his eyes listening to me. They heard the words my mouth could not form. We spoke a language few could understand. His touch spoke the words my ears were not capable of understanding
Maybe that is why we fell apart? Maybe that is why I began to lose the capability of accepting his spoken words? Maybe that is why I forced myself to lose him? Why could I not explain this when I needed to? Before it all fell apart?
I miss our unspoken language.
He was the only one to understand it.
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The Sunshine King and his Snow white Queen
RandomPoems and short stories centered on the king of the sun and a queen with a frozen heart
